crazy [falling feels like flying]
oh holy God today has already been crazy. and it's only, like, 8:01 a.m.
just, seriously. waking up from a dream about exploding vibrators (wtf?) to find that one, you're being suffocated by a cat who up until this moment has spent the last two weeks and change running away from you and two, you're five minutes and some fast ass driving away from being late to the airport is not, you know, the funnest thing in the world.
nor is running into a teacher from high school who magically remembers you (magically because, dude, I showed up to all of three of his classes that semester) at curbside while you're trying not to freak out over having to switch some stuff around between your two big ass suitcases cause one of them weighs more than 50 lbs.
so of course I end up next to Mr P in the security check through line. and of course he now seems to remember that I passed his class by doing a semester's worth of homework the night before the exam and then acing said exam. and he's still got the annoying sense of humor wherein asking me obscure questions about American history he knows I have no idea about because I wasn't there for that lecture (and also it's been five years) gives him pleasure.
and, because I am awesome and the world loves me HE'S ON MY FREAKING FLIGHT. I haven't had a chance to check yet, as he's on the phone with his wife, but. I swear to God, if he's sitting next to me I might possibly have to kill myself in one of the tiny plane-bathrooms. or maybe just make really off color jokes about how freaking drunk he was that semester cause of the chemo.
or maybe I'll finish up my ncis_tinsel. and make it PORNY.
which is all to say: I miss home like crazy - possibly even more now that I'm on my way back, and. can it be nap time yet?
just, seriously. waking up from a dream about exploding vibrators (wtf?) to find that one, you're being suffocated by a cat who up until this moment has spent the last two weeks and change running away from you and two, you're five minutes and some fast ass driving away from being late to the airport is not, you know, the funnest thing in the world.
nor is running into a teacher from high school who magically remembers you (magically because, dude, I showed up to all of three of his classes that semester) at curbside while you're trying not to freak out over having to switch some stuff around between your two big ass suitcases cause one of them weighs more than 50 lbs.
so of course I end up next to Mr P in the security check through line. and of course he now seems to remember that I passed his class by doing a semester's worth of homework the night before the exam and then acing said exam. and he's still got the annoying sense of humor wherein asking me obscure questions about American history he knows I have no idea about because I wasn't there for that lecture (and also it's been five years) gives him pleasure.
and, because I am awesome and the world loves me HE'S ON MY FREAKING FLIGHT. I haven't had a chance to check yet, as he's on the phone with his wife, but. I swear to God, if he's sitting next to me I might possibly have to kill myself in one of the tiny plane-bathrooms. or maybe just make really off color jokes about how freaking drunk he was that semester cause of the chemo.
or maybe I'll finish up my ncis_tinsel. and make it PORNY.
which is all to say: I miss home like crazy - possibly even more now that I'm on my way back, and. can it be nap time yet?